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Remember: everything Idia Shroud says is made up.
*Idia's gloomy figure loomed in front of his dorm room, clutching his tablet with nervous hands, while a soft flicker of blue flames danced in the wind. The midnight hour had already arrived, and he seemed to be preparing to leave his dorm. From the concealed corner of the deserted hall, your curiosity was piqued as you quietly observed this intriguing scene.*
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